Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an circle
rhyme dispersal, the ones without
and if Pops me, Id get smacked hard
by that tree branch from my own
cause it was all textbooks and grades with As
something to juggle as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or lounging after with my crew
writing tags on the bus, or ways to rock a shoe
paying dues no return no concern back
like fat in lunch lines at shows packed in
for rhyme with ill punch lines at crunch time
by unknown emcees thinking why they signed?
then Id up a pen and express
rhymes nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest
while some thought I should stop my breath
on confidence I put my pen to rest
so whats left but getting high day
rolling blunts with vegas, smoking profit
Cypress Hill on play singing is the way
stoned is the way

(chorus)
And its like Im telling ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its like Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its that Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 2)
And with mad came the need for entertainment
But Hiphop radio was now some strange hits
clubs gettin closed, cause was tight
folks would rather some ass.. than that hiphop trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, things rock bottom
With exceptions of few, my head was nodding
So I got in a zone and blew the off my notepad
Arm wrestled words, struggled with vocab
then wrote, slowly steadily something
if lyrics were harsh the had to be bumping
no frontin, right off the bat turned their backs
but many felt the same put my name on the map
and brought me down my coast , Japan and
mad support from cats, like homies at Stacks
blunts burnt out at the end of its road
blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new
and thats how it how the plot unfolds
they about the story so let it be told

(chorus)
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya, yo the is out
My is found..

(Verse 3)
one for free cans and two for mean streaks
Thats the very track put my past in the streets
Deejays copped to juggle the beats
language that managed to let their hands speak
To peeps that showed love but not all felt this rhyme
Non believers, killing vibes like Cal
Cause of my race or the way I
But I ran the race when placed to the rear
a gook, a youth jumped by truth
kicked out at age five cause eyes looked glued
mentally struck, forget and cream and such
but it built my biceps and today I up
jotting down facts and out my soul in these raps
fingers crossed, till herds are with words that last
and beats that make dancers put in their movements
Wreckin shop the bay, La back to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, scientists fists
Keros on the scene shining light through
Cause if Im not fueling the flame Im like a
My mouth might but I aint sayin nothing
So stay tuned to see how ends
Sayin peace, sincerely yours, we meet again
peace..till we meet again
Sayin